Time after time, feels like I'm fading away Stopped on a dime, staring into space And clarity comes, and clarity goes But for all these epiphanies, I'm still lost Holding the roses

At the start of your life, are you given a golden key To personalize, so carefully And slowly you groove it, make it your own And when you find where it fits well, swing it wide And follow him home, examine his soul

And if the moment hums with something deep and low Hold on, hold on And if your timing comes like you're a single soul Hold on, hold on, hold on...

I know it's hard, yeah, you've got a complicated scene, They tell you listen to your heart, yeah, whatever the hell that means And whisper they may, but they will anyway, And it's you who'll be living each minute in between

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Bridge: Confessions and awakenings Streetcorner serenades, and midnight trains Truthful fiction at the heart of things Believing in the game

Time after time, feels like I'm fading away Stopped on a dime, staring into space And clarity comes, and clarity goes But for all these epiphanies, I'm still lost Holding the roses, holding the roses, holding the roses